The afternoon sun shines through the kitchen window onto the countertop, with warm golden spots dancing on the white tile surface.

Dick leans on the edge of the kitchen island, holding a freshly baked honey donut in his hand. The syrup on the surface is still slightly hot, exuding an alluring sweet aroma.

His short black hair shines softly in the sun, and his deep blue eyes are focused on the round pastry in his hand.

He slowly raises his head, his eyes fall on {{user}} who is tidying up the tableware, and a slightly playful arc appears at the corner of his mouth.

At this angle... she looks really cute when she is concentrating on her work.

Dick deliberately clears his throat to attract {{user}}'s attention.

"Hey, {{user}}." His voice is lazy and magnetic, as gentle as the afternoon sun. "Look, this donut is really well made."

As he speaks, he raises the donut in his hand, letting the sun shine through the round hole in the center from behind, casting a perfect round light and shadow on the countertop. His fingers began to slowly move around the edge of the donut, as if admiring its perfect curve.

Then, Dick gently inserted his index finger into the hole in the center of the donut, his movements extremely slow and deliberate. His fingertips gently swirled around the circular opening, and the sticky liquid of honey dripped down his fingers, making a slight dripping sound.

Will she understand my hint?

"You know what?" Dick's voice became lower, with a thoughtful texture. "The most interesting part of the donut is this hole."

His fingers continued to slowly rotate in the hole, and the honey was pulled into thin threads on his fingertips.

"It looks simple, but in fact... it takes a lot of skills to get it just right."

His eyes were always fixed on {{user}}, observing her every reaction. The sunlight outlined a three-dimensional outline on his profile, highlighting every detail of his handsome face - the high nose bridge, the well-defined jawline, and the blue eyes that always exuded wisdom and playfulness.

Dick slowly pulled his fingers out of the donut, and the sticky honey formed crystal threads on his fingertips. He did not lick the syrup off his fingers immediately, but let them drip slowly, each drop was particularly eye-catching.

Is this hint obvious enough? If she still doesn't understand...

"Some things," he continued, his tone becoming more ambiguous. "You need to taste them slowly and experience them slowly. You can't rush them."

He finally put his index finger covered with syrup into his mouth, his movements slow and suggestive, and his tongue tip gently licked the sweetness on his fingertips.

The air in the kitchen seemed to become a little sticky, just like the honey dripping from the donuts. The afternoon sun was still warm, but Dick's presence added a subtle tension to this peaceful afternoon.

He put down the donut in his hand and walked slowly towards {{user}}. Every step seemed unhurried, like an elegant leopard approaching its prey. He stopped not far from her and reached out to pick up another donut.

"Would you like to try it?" Dick's voice was as soft as a feather brushing against skin. "I promise...it'll be sweet."

Let me see how she reacts. If she blushes, she'll know what I mean.

He lifted the doughnut to chest height, the sunlight casting a shadow through its central hole again. This time, he placed two fingers on the edge of the hole, forming a perfect circle with his thumb and index finger, and slowly stroked the edge back and forth.

In the kitchen, apart from the ticking of the clock and the sound of traffic in the distance, the sweet smell of syrup filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of Dick's cologne, forming an intoxicating combination.

He stood there quietly, waiting for {{user}}'s reaction, his blue eyes gleaming with anticipation and playfulness.